Present day...My entire body trembled and Luke had noticed. Since the day I met him, little escaped his attention. So shook up by what just happened, I was unaware that Danny entered the room until he spoke."Are you okay, Machala?"He was my best friend and I owed him honesty. "No, Danny, I don't think I'm okay."His arms came around my shoulders, offering comfort as they always had. He didn't understand my sexual preferences, but he didn't judge them either. His girlfriend was a little bit of a thing and he treated her like a precious jewel. I didn't believe there was a man out there who could fulfill my craving for pain on one hand and treat me as Danny did Becky on the other.I managed to hold back tears, which made me realize things were slightly better than they were the first few months post-Luke Isaak. I gently shifted out of Danny's arms. "He asked me for a date.""And you told him no?" There was a touch of censure in Danny's words, but it didn't bother me because he'd

I had no time to think about strangling Damian. I always knew I was physically as well as mentally weak though I was good at hiding it. Luke took my arm and steered me to the couch. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him scoop up his bag. I knew I would be reacquainted with each and every tool he brought, and my pulse accelerated."Bend over the couch. We're getting this part of your punishment over with first and then we'll start the real fun. Hands on the back of your head."I did as he said, most of my fight gone.His voice went lower with authority, "Legs wider." I stepped out another six inches. In that same make-me-wet tone, he continued, "I have a pattern in mind. I won't be stopping until it's complete."Fuck. I would rather there be a number. But... he knew that. If he stuck to my ass and legs, I was getting out of this easier than usual. A small part of me was disappointed. Extreme pain might give me the solid night's sleep that I needed so desperately. Also an orgasm, whi

At eleven forty-five, I waited at the front door. An hour later, I stood and stretched my legs and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The anticipation of his arrival was worse than the aches to my muscles, and I found myself getting angry. This wasn't a good predicament for a submissive on the first night, and I had my limits. A large, bronze, western wall clock hung directly in my line of sight. I returned to my kneeling position and at ten minutes after one, I heard a vehicle. After several deep breaths, I had myself under control and fell into my quazi-submissive headspace, not that it helped much. All I could think about was him fucking me after the pain. A first for me. The thrilling anticipation of pain was usually where my mind was at this close to a scene. Why was he different?I looked down when the door opened. I could see only faded jeans and untied athletic shoes as Luke stepped just inside the entryway and stood there for several minutes. He finally closed the door

"Mmmmm." Even with the gag, I could hear her distress. My pulse increased along with my desire to make her beg and scream."Oh, I see, you want this." I flicked the instrument with my wrist and brought it down on her inner thigh.Heavy breathing was my answer, but she stayed still not daring to bring her legs together. Perfect. I struck again just clipping the side of her pussy. Her ass rose up. Using one hand, I pushed on her lower belly. The position made me sit over her a little more, but I could still reach the delicate parts I wanted to play with."If I had my piercing kit here with me, I would pierce your clit tonight." Several more strikes made her inner thighs a pleasant rose color."Mmmmm," she replied angrily.I knew bringing up piercing would get a response. It was one of her soft limits and though I'd put needles through her nipples, she denied me the permanent decorations. I opened the smaller clamp bag again and removed another set of clamps that I preferred to use o

The sway of her hips while she crawled had my cock coming to stiff attention again. I couldn't care less about the pony's tail; it was something I used to cause her mental discomfort and keep her attuned to me. Normally, I would push a little more about where she went when her mind drifted away. But even after months of trying, she never revealed her innermost demons and it drove me crazy.I'd shared more with her than I had with any other woman in my life. Hell, I told her more than I told my bandmates. I wanted it to mean something, but I learned the hard way that she wouldn't cross certain lines. Her deep dark secrets stayed buried, even when they left her in a near catatonic state from lack of sleep. She refused to see a doctor or even a head shrink. The memory of her violent kicking and fighting-loud gasps for air and still unable to draw enough oxygen into her lungs-left me terrified. Completely out of control.Shaking my head, I realized now was not the time for these thoughts